"Literally, literally, literally", fucking hell, that word. Someone has just said it three times in one fucking sentence. I was sat looking out of the window (we haven't moved up town yet, more troubles) and saw a bird shit skim down the wall. Must be a two foot streak down the outside wall. Two more fucking "literally"'s. Had some Guinness Red last night. It was ok, fairly tasteless. Did the quiz. Won one round.
Got an MRI scan on Friday. Got all my old notes through from my consultant in newcastle, quite amusing reading his notes about my penicillin allergy, starts off full of 'yeah yeah, just chicken pox' which is what he said when my mam took me back in to hospital, before it gets loads worse and he rethinks the notes 'errr, might be something worse actually' (I'm paraphrasing here). It was the junior consultant who suspected it wasn't chicken pox, that cunt of a consultant was just a patronising prick about it, until he realised he'd fucked up. |
